My heart sank as I realized the cruelty of their confinement. The silver wall acted as an impenetrable barrier, separating the two lovers and rendering them powerless against its formidable presence. I could feel the intensity of the silver's touch, its malevolent energy pulsating through the air like a tangible force of oppression. As I gazed upon Iris and Xander, trapped within their respective cells, a surge of anger and sorrow welled up within me. How could such a vile act be perpetrated against two beings driven by nothing but love? It was a cruel twist of fate, a mockery of the very essence of their existence. With a heavy heart, I approached the silver barrier, reaching out to touch its surface. But as my fingers made contact, a searing pain shot through me, a reminder of the deadly power it possessed. Yet even in the face of such adversity, I refused to back down, my determination fueled by the unwavering belief that love would triumph over all. I looked at Iris and a wave o

"Who in the name of the goddess is this lady!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with a mix of surprise and suspicion. She was draped in a luxurious purple cloak that billowed around her like a royal mantle. Her slender fingers, adorned with intricate jewelry, were entwined around Xander's neck, and her head was nestled against his chest, concealing her face from my view. Xander remained stoic, his expression unreadable as she clung to him. His silence only fueled my curiosity, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger at the intimacy between them. "Who is she?!" I demanded again, my tone edged with urgency and intrigue, but there was no one to answer me, so I had to wait. The atmosphere grew dense with unspoken tension as the lady in purple continued to embrace Xander, her cloak cascading like a waterfall over his shoulders. I watched, unable to move or speak, as the connection between them grew clearer. There was a tenderness in her touch, a longing that hinted at a deeper story, o

And to my greatest shock, the Moon Goddess replied, "My apologies for the harsh treatment." "What in the world is happening?!" I shouted, unable to contain my disbelief. Did I stumble into the wrong memory, or was this truly happening? "This is not the first time, Mother," Iris retorted, her voice laced with anger. "I'm starting to get used to it." Her eyes narrowed with resentment as she continued, "Why must we be treated like this, Mother? Why must I be treated like this? It hurts, you know! Every single time, knowing I have no power over my fate! And this is all your fault!" Her voice rose with each word, her emotions bubbling over. "Don't you dare blame me for your mistakes!" the Moon Goddess shot back, her tone colder than ever. "You know very well that loving a vampire with the blood of a werewolf running through his veins brings nothing but disaster! But you ignored it and went ahead with it! How foolish could you be? Do you realize you're not only putting yourself in danger

The force of the impact left her sprawled on the ground, a trail of blood spreading from where she landed, the harshness of Yennefer's attack shocked me; her mourning dress couldn't hide the intensity of her anger, nor could her tears mask the hostility in her gaze. The scene unfolded in slow motion, the violence of Yennefer's spell stunned me. As I watched Iris struggle to get up, pain evident in every movement, I couldn't help but wonder what had driven Yennefer to this point of viciousness.The forest, once eerily silent, was now filled with the echoes of conflict and despair. It was as if the very walls were absorbing the pain and anguish, amplifying the darkness that seemed to seep from every corner. Yennefer's sudden arrival and her brutal actions raised questions I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answers to. Yennefer paid no heed to anyone or anything as she lunged for Xander's body, hugging him tightly as her sobs grew louder and more anguished. It was as if the pain of los

I knelt down, brushing the sand away to reveal more of the fabric. It was unmistakably hers, the intricate design something only she would wear. A surge of anxiety and determination coursed through me. "This has Selene's scent!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and dread. The scent on the piece of clothing grew stronger, clouding my senses and bringing back memories of our last encounter. "Natalie!" I called out, my voice cutting through the still desert air. She appeared behind me, her presence a comforting reminder of loyalty and friendship."Yes, your Highness," she responded, her eyes wide with concern.I handed her the fabric, my fingers lingering on it for a moment longer than necessary. "Take this and use it to find the Wolf Princess. Go with twenty of our best men. When you find her, tell her everything that has happened. And then, send out the other signal."Natalie nodded, her face set with determination. "I will find her, Your Highness".As she hurried a